The media of the world seems to be caught up with adoration of characters in some kind of existential play - but we all are, and need to be kind to each other.

characters in an existential play

Night Visions

FO its autom again

To escape the snipers,
an angel found shelter inside the hollow body of a Gibson 335.
He’s got plenty to say —
enough of all this waste!

REVOLUTION. EVOLUTION.
Some winners just have to lose...

335 Angel

Vaticano

Like A Phoenix

Like A Phoenix (Unplugged)

Like A Phoenix (Unplugged) - John Goldrust

China Shop

Trips

Ipadexperiment
Written, sung and produced by Laura

Lyrics

Sometimes it feels as though
Those fond memories
Slip through my fingers
When parting ways

The peaceful darkness  
When night sets in  
Lights up my mind  
With distant embers

Sometimes my mind
Flows like the tide
Drawn to a place
I’ve never been

A sound familiar
Hangs in the air
A feeling lingers
But fades away

Pulls me in, a phantom touch
Whispers low, too soft, too much
Fingers tracing through the haze
Like smoke that sways, then fades away

Heartbeat pounding, neon flickers
Whiskey burns but the fire’s quicker
Shadows shifting, lips half-spoken
Chasing ghosts, hearts wide open

Voices hum, like distant songs
Steps that echo, fading slow
The night holds secrets, cold and deep
In restless dreams, I still can’t sleep

The air is heavy, silence speaks
Touching shadows, just out of reach
Fading glimpses, hearts untold
In the quiet, stories unfold

Sometimes my mind
Flows like the tide
Drawn to a place
I’ve never been

A sound familiar
Hangs in the air
A feeling lingers
But fades away

Sometimes it feels as though
Those fond memories
Slip through my fingers
When parting ways

The peaceful darkness  
When night sets in  
Lights up my mind  
With distant embers

Song by Laura copyright 2024

No link to Shakespeare;)

Tempest

Savour

Waiting (remixed)

Incense

اول اغنية بلوز عربي غربيThe Rise of Hope.Arabic blues.

Need You

A soulful retro-pop ballad carried by warm female vocals, gentle guitar, and a touch of spoken thoughts at the end. It’s not about sadness, it’s about accepting the past and moving forward.

Incense

Reminiscence (Laura)